I’m the happiest I’ve ever been in my life right now.
I’m finally in the place I always dreamed about and I’m sharing a home and a life with the wonderful woman that was responsible for it.
She’s the woman I’ve always wanted and whether I want to admit it or not, needed – she’s a great cook, keeps a clean house has a fantastic sense of humor and most importantly, puts up with my shit. Wait, let me re-phrase that. She deals with my shit. Deals is a much better word. More than once she’s told me to back the fuck up and think about what I’m doing.
She’s stood by me with all the ups and downs that life brings and high-fived me if things worked out and hugged me when they didn’t. But she was always there and even more importantly, I knew she was gonna stick around for better or for worse.
We started with nothing and we still don’t have much – except each other and you know what? That’s cool. We’re both perfectly happy as long as we have each other.
Now maybe she’ll tell me where she hid my 357.